St. Albans Cathedral...

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Two members of the family Shana Eileen Callaghan (left) and Marilyn Clair White enjoying a visit to St. Albans famous Cathedral in Hertfordshire UK. "The building's amazing mixture of architectural styles bears witness to the many centuries of its life, first as a monastic Abbey and now as a Cathedral. Down all those centuries countless pilgrims have come to honour the saint Alban's sacrifice and offer their prayers at his shrine - and they still come in their thousands today." The Dean of St. Albans Cathedral

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